Chapter Ninety-Eight: Inheritance

Buzz!

There was another dazzling light, and Yang Yuanhao's figure was instantly submerged. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, everyone was amazed, no one thought that this seemingly weakest teenager could be comparable to Zheng Baoyu, a genius in copying, in this kind of test!

Even Xi Mingzhi, who was familiar with him, was shocked.

Laugh at!

The light gradually faded, and Yang Yuanhao's cold and handsome face and slender black figure were gradually revealed.

He raised his head and looked at Zheng Baoyu who was suspended in front of the stone statue of the Overlord, his eyes glazed. As for Yang Yuanhao's seemingly provocative gaze, Zheng Baoyu couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, and a sense of surprise and crisis that was not easy to detect.

Because he knows very well that Yang Yuanhao, who has the eyes of inscriptions, has a broad future!

Scold!

When the two of them were fighting in their respective hearts, the array of lines disappeared, and the place where the original stone statue was concave in its forehead turned into a hole, and the hole suddenly erupted with streams of colorful gas.

The colorful qi was sprinkled all around, and when everyone absorbed this wisp of colorful qi, they suddenly felt their pores open wide, and the flow of vitality in the whole body couldn't help but speed up.

And when Yang Yuanhao saw this colorful qi, his whole body couldn't help but be shocked, because he was very familiar with this kind of airflow, if it weren't for this colorful qi, I am afraid that there is no such person as Yang Yuanhao, an invisible son, in this world!

However, why does this colorful qi also exist in this Deception King's inheritance? Could it be that the small altar where King Xuan is located was left by the Overlord King?!

Airplanes!

The colorful qi immediately converged after the sprinkling, turned into two pillars of light, enveloped Yang Yuanhao and Zheng Baoyu, and disappeared in the unwilling and resentful expressions of everyone. And when the multicolored light completely disappeared, the stone statue was restored as if nothing had happened......

The people in front of the stone statue hid away and did not speak. Yang Yuanhao and Zheng Baoyu were covered by these two beams of light and pulled towards a certain place. The two of them seemed to travel through several time and space in the beam of light, and it seemed as if countless years had passed. In front of them, there are countless screens.

……

Snort!

In Yang Yuanhao's mind, it seemed that many years had passed, and he was almost immersed in those countless pictures, until the colorful pillar of light that shrouded him was slowly dissipating, he woke up, and the things in front of him began to change.

It was a piece of heaven and earth, a high mountain was very obvious, there was a thatched house at the foot of the mountain, and in front of the thatched house was a rice field. On a rocking chair in front of the room, a scholar dressed as a scholar holding a folding fan in his hand, his eyes drooping slightly, and a middle-aged man who was pretending to sleep was half-lying on it. Next to the rocking chair, there is a hoe, the hoe seems ordinary, but you can feel a trace of spiritual power when you taste it carefully.

And look at that middle-aged man, who is the same as the stone statue, it is the Overlord!

At this time, the rumored majestic Overlord is like a farmer in the countryside, extremely leisurely.

Airplanes.

The pillar of light descended from the sky, two colorful rays flickered, and the figures of Yang Yuanhao and Zheng Baoyu appeared beside the Overlord, and the Overlord didn't seem to feel the arrival of the two, and still lay on the rocking chair leisurely and pretended to sleep.

Time passed slowly, the sun was setting, and the sky was gradually shrouded in darkness, but on the other hand, the overlord showed no sign of waking up. Yang Yuanhao and the others, who were standing next to them, were not impatient at all, and they were all waiting quietly, waiting for the Overlord to wake up.

The night is long, but it passes in the blink of an eye. The east is white, and the early sun also crawls out and hangs in the sky, pouring its own warmth on the earth.

While!

A strange thing happened, the hoe that was originally leaning on the side of the rocking chair, at the moment of the rising sun, actually took care of its own actions, floated to the rice field, and carried out farm work.

Yang Yuanhao stared at the hoe with his eyes, the golden light in his eyes was not visible, and after staring for a moment, his face was shocked. In his eyes, the original ordinary hoe turned into a living being.

The creature couldn't see clearly, it was blocked by layers of spiritual light, and it walked in the rice fields, as if it was strolling, but every time it walked through the land, it was as if it had been cultivated.

"What do you see?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded, and he hurriedly returned to his senses, only to see that the Overlord had already sat up, fanning the folding fan in his hand, and looking at Yang Yuanhao and Zheng Baoyu with a faint smile on his face.

At this time, Yang Yuanhao saw the "true face" of the Overlord clearly, with thick black eyebrows, blazing eyes, and an elegant but domineering atmosphere between his eyebrows. His black hair is windless, and the palm of the folding fan is slender and white, and every time the palm shakes, there is a trace of aura, leaving a mark in the void.

"Huh?!" When Yang Yuanhao was staring at the Overlord, a suspicion sounded from the Overlord's heart.

He couldn't help but look up at the young man who was staring at him, his eyes flashing with golden light. After a moment, his brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

He stopped shaking the palm of the folding fan, looked at Yang Yuanhao with his eyes, and pointed the folding fan towards Yang Yuanhao.

"I can't give you anything, I can't give you what you need, I can't teach you, and I can't make you my inheritor." He folded the fan and moved, and a ball of light appeared, which drilled into Yang Yuanhao's mind with the wave of his palm. "But it is not easy for you to come here, so I will give you a creation and perfect something in your body."

Hearing this, Yang Yuanhao was stunned, he didn't expect the Overlord to say this, and before he could react, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and his figure disappeared here.

And the same Zheng Baoyu was still immersed in consternation.

"Now, then, little one, tell me what you just saw on the hoe?" The Overlord smiled and dragged Zheng Baoyu's god back.

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Before Yang Yuanhao's head came back to his senses, he was taken by a light to a strange place, where strange rocks and strange beasts looked. Overgrown with weeds, life is almost cut off.

Looking around, Yang Yuanhao couldn't help frowning, because he couldn't see through this place and couldn't explore into the distance.

"Boom!"

In Yang Yuanhao's contemplation, a huge strange stone in front of him suddenly opened, revealing a burst of light, and a trace of breath different from the breath of heaven and earth came from the surface, and when he sensed this breath, Yang Yuanhao couldn't help but stiffen, and there seemed to be something in his body that was about to rush out, and finally he probed into his heart and found that it was a heaven-tearing hand!

His palms shone with a glowing white light, and his vitality involuntarily converged towards his hands.

Rumble!

The boulder trembled, and a pair of large white hands stretched out from the void on the side.

Yang Yuanhao was surprised that this heaven-tearing hand actually condensed out on its own without him using it, as if something was prompting it to come out.

Suddenly, Yang Yuanhao's heart was shocked again, and his eyes looked at the light with dull eyes.

King of Force?!

At this time, he could only think of this in his mind, except for the Heavenly King, there was really nothing that could cause such a change in the Heaven Tearing Hand. Could it be that this is the inheritance place of the Litian King?!

Thinking of this, Yang Yuanhao was excited, his face flushed, and his eyes were full of surprise. Could it be that the creation that the Overlord is talking about is the inheritance of this power Heavenly King?!

Thinking like this, he suppressed the Sky Tearing Hand and walked towards the burst of light.

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